I may not be there
When you fall
When you rise
When you cry
When you smile
I may be there
In the first rays of the sun
In the silence of lush green trees
On the white sheets of snow-capped peaks
In the echo of mighty rivers
I may not be there
In your searches outside
I may be there
Waiting for you in you
My dear, tell me
When you get tired of everything outside
When you have bruised feet
When your skin oozes the quench
You may hear me
Breathing in you
As pulses of your life
You are me
I am you
Your reality
Your Existence
I am the universe
And you are the dust of me
– Pooja